Monday, July 25, 2016

Spotlight on Legends by Destiny Blake

They may be called out as vampires, but the real monster-in-the-mirror is a

different beast altogether.....

~A legacy from the grave, legends since birth~


Prior to their eighteenth birthdays, eight teenagers are summoned overseas. Upon their arrival in The Cook Islands, they begin Summer Assembly, an initiation for transitioning vampires. They train under one of the oldest vampires known to man—Legend Sinclair, who happens to be their father. 

With mixed feelings and new responsibilities, Legend’s children battle with their decision about duty, honor, and saving the world from a sinister global evacuation plan. Their goal is to stop the immoral Entitled Ones who plan to use genocide to regain full control over the world’s population and its unsuspecting citizens. If the elites are successful, they’ll position themselves with old world titles within the New World Order. And millions will die before their reign of terror begins.

Legend and his family will do whatever necessary to stop the Entitled Ones and shine a light on a corrupt shadow government and its evil propaganda. While Legend’s teenage sons and daughter battle between right and wrong, they also come to terms with giving up what they cherished most—high school friends, their North Carolina homes, and a highly anticipated senior year. 

Their rewards will be great if they can expose the corruption behind a reformed world, but their battles are more complicated than they seem. Legend’s family will face off with the supernatural world and discover there are underlying wicked currents driving the onset of a reformed world. 

Times Square
New York City

Hours later, Legend left the master suite in his rented penthouse. Captive, Griffin, and Saber had depleted the stored blood and were now sprawled out on the living room furniture, watching the evening news.
“All finished with the sibs?” Griffin asked without averting his eyes.
“They had a lot of questions.”
“Did you tell them you murdered our mothers?” Saber asked coolly.
“Who told you that?” Captive asked, shifting his gaze between brothers.
“They’re resting,” Legend said, refusing to say more. “And we need to focus on what’s important.”
“Our moms aren’t important?” Griffin shook his head. “If you ask me, they had a significant role. Without them, you wouldn’t have a small army of killers at your disposal.”  
“You aren’t killers,” Legend said. “And I don’t want to go over this with you when I’ve just done the same with your sister and brothers.”
“What would you call us?” Captive asked.
“Individuals who care about saving mankind.”
“That was your goal, not ours,” Captive reminded him.
“It’s our duty and a privilege as well. The world has been deceived. We are days away from revealing the truth.”
 “Does your version of the truth have anything to do with this map?” Captive tapped the dining room tabletop. “The US is divided up and has seven districts here.”
“Fields, districts, areas, call them whatever you want, but there are clear lines of division.” Captive slowly lifted his chin and stared into Legend’s eyes. “And like I said, there are only seven of them.”
“That’s right,” Legend said, acknowledging the growing tension. “Dubbed as Legend’s Fields—only because it has such a nice ring to it—these areas will be divided after a win for us and a loss for the Entitled Ones.” 
“Assuming we’re successful and the Entitled can’t reboot the world with one keystroke.” Captive used his index finger and followed a royal blue line from the Southeast corner of the Pacific Northwest to the Northern tip of Texas. He paused there. “This is called ‘The Rest’ and the other fields have more specific names. Why?”
“When it’s time to declare the fields as governed areas, we’ll position leaders at specific geographical points. Anticipated population count determined how these areas were divided on paper.”
Captive slowly lifted his head once more. “You didn’t answer my question.”         
“The Rest marks territories which are less likely to have an uprising. The area is considered a safe zone but these fields have various entrances to underground tunnels and bunkers which may be accessed at another time.”  
“You say that like there’s really no way to stop the Global Shift.” Griffin turned sideways, propping his arm on the sofa’s back. “Do you expect us to fail?” 
“No.” He didn’t want to discuss the fields. The main reason had more to do with the number of fields and how they would be assigned rather than the actual purpose for them.
“What’s going on, Legend?” Captive butted his hip against the table and crossed his massive arms. In terms of physical strength, Captive was Legend’s equal and he seemingly knew it. “Holding out on us?”
 “As questions arise, I try to answer them.”
 “Then let’s start with the obvious,” Captive said. “There are eight of us.”
 “Be sure you want to ask that next question before you do.” 
Captive glanced at Saber and Griffin. They both shook their heads, but he still considered it before he relented and said, “Let’s talk about the fields then. The largest territory…who gets it?”
“Now you’re looking for a fight.” Legend chuckled. “But you’ll be relieved to know that The Rest goes to Sin.”
“Which means she lives,” Saber pointed out, sneering.
“Why would you give her that much open territory?” Captive asked, opting to ignore Saber’s comment.
Griffin joined them and studied the map. “Looks like you’re giving a lot of power to one person.”
Saber didn’t move from the sunken living area. He never looked their way when he said, “She’s a girl. She’ll be underestimated.”
“It’s not worth the risk. Come here and look.” Captive waited for Saber and then trailed his finger between two locations. “Here.” He jabbed his finger at the next stop. “And here.” He looked up at his brothers. “These are two of the main Entitled-owned bunker locations. They fall within ‘The Rest’ which Legend now says will be managed by Sin. She’ll be covering the most dangerous fields.”
“And like Saber pointed out, she will be underestimated.”
“Surely you aren’t banking on a guess.” He pushed away from the table. “Wait a minute. You don’t think she’ll be underestimated. You think she’ll be ignored altogether.”
 “That too.” Legend smiled. “I know it seems like I’m giving her too many responsibilities, but—”
“It’s not the responsibility she can’t handle. It’s the power,” Saber said sensibly. “With great power comes a steep price. What price will she pay? Have you thought about that?”
“Of course he hasn’t,” Griffin said, running his palms across two large masses. “But if it makes you feel better, my money says you and Captive are on the outer territories.”
“Exactly,” Legend said. “She’ll always have the two of you to call upon in the event of my absence.”
“Why? Are you going somewhere?” Griffin always asked too many questions.
“Not planning on it.” And some of his questions couldn’t be answered.
“Okay then,” Captive said, narrowing his eyes. “Still open for questions?”
“Sure,” Legend said, bracing for those he wouldn’t want to answer.
“Why did you send the others home and keep us here in New York?” 
“Can’t wait to hear this,” Griffin said, picking up a travel itinerary from the table. “And why are we seeing the world while the others are preparing for the first day of school?”
“Answer him,” Captive said, a dangerous edge in his voice. 
Legend didn’t like his tone. “The Entitled Ones may know you’ve been turned earlier than expected. You’ll meet Rogue, the vampire who turned me, and he’ll be able to answer more questions about the Entitled.” 
Griffin seemed distant. “So we’re not going up against the Entitled Ones alone?”
“Yes and no. It’s complicated.”
“It always is, but isn’t.” Saber stalked Legend. “You’re using the others as bait. What if these people show up in Legends? Do you honestly think someone like Diven can protect himself?”
“I wouldn’t worry about Diven,” Griffin said. “He’ll kill them with his poetry or one of his boring monologues.”
Legend laughed. “Diven’s one of a kind for sure.”   
“Do you think this is funny?” Captive asked, his face as red as an apple. “Sin and Diven can’t fight an army of elite forces! And you can’t assume Tole and Gideon can hold their own without us!”             “First, the Entitled Ones would never storm Legends with an army. While they do have armies behind them, most of their troops are in Europe. Secondly, I’m touched that you care for your siblings as much as you do but you’ll find that Sin will soon be able to beat most adversaries by using her gifts and physical strength while Diven will always ‘out-smart’ anyone who approaches them.”
Saber grunted. “That’s debatable.”
“You have that much confidence in Sin?” Griffin asked.
“Don’t you?”
“She’s a thin teenager and a girl for crying out loud!” Captive was enraged.
“She’s tall and slender, yes, but Sin is in better physical shape than any of you. She eats right, exercises four or five hours a day and…”  
“And she has a double-shot of your blood running through her veins,” Captive said, undoubtedly putting two and two together. “She never needed a blood transfusion. Did she?”
“She exercises four or five hours a day?” Saber was clearly impressed. “Damn. Remind me not to call her out in a fight.”
 “Sin doesn’t have friends so she spends her time on health and wellness. When she was turned, we better understood her strong will and overall physical strength. While she was easy to turn, she was the most difficult to bring back. She held on to her humanity longer than any of you.”
“Like the way you danced around the blood transfusion bit,” Captive said.
“Yeah, he’s got twirling on his toes down to a science,” Saber muttered.
“Okay fine. Yes, she has a double-shot of my blood, as you put it. She received those transfusions for nearly ten years.”
“Talk about playing favorites,” Saber said.
“Do they know?” Griffin asked. “I mean shouldn’t you tell them that the Entitled may come for them?”
“Sin will figure it out,” Legend said. “But again, the Entitled won’t show up there with an army. They’ll send scouts who will report back to London’s Council. It would be highly unusual for their scouts to approach any of my children.”
“So now we know why they’re at home. Why are we here?” Griffin asked.
Legend tapped the table. “You won’t find your purpose on that map. Your field positions will come at a later date. For now, we deal with the Council. We’re going to Belgium.”
“Why?” Griffin asked.
“Because he thinks we can get one of those vacated seats,” Captive said, rolling the map. “And the beautiful people landed in Brussels yesterday for a ribbon cutting ceremony at their annual rave. Since they’re all in town, they’ll probably meet.”
“Someone watches Tabloid News at Noon.” Legend was pleased. “And yes, a meeting is scheduled.”
“Why is that seat so important if we’re planning to stop the Global Shift?” Griffin asked. “What aren’t you telling us?” 

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Thursday, July 21, 2016

Release Blitz for Lucy Felthouse and Illicit Relations

Out Now! Illicit Relations – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

Illicit Relations, a M/M erotic romance by Lucy Felthouse, with coming out and almost-taboo themes, has been re-released with a stunning new cover and a lower price! Please note, however, if you’ve read it before, that the content hasn’t changed.
Terry’s had a crush on his second cousin Justin for what seems like forever. He’s hidden it as well as possible, knowing that the other man is out of bounds, forbidden fruit. Second cousins getting together isn’t actually illegal, but for Justin the relationship is too close—he just can’t contemplate them being together.

But when some new information comes to light about Terry’s birth and his place in the family, the whole game changes. Suddenly the relationship isn’t so impossible, and things soon begin to get hot and heavy.
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Terry deliberately averted his gaze as Justin tugged off his T-shirt and dove into the pool. The last thing he needed was to see him topless. His libido was already in overdrive and he was having trouble not jumping Justin’s bones. In fact, the only thing that held him back was the fact that Justin was his second cousin. They hadn’t been brought up particularly closely, so it wasn’t as if he were lusting after someone he considered to be a brother, but still. They were related and it was weird. Or it would be weird if anything happened between them, which it wouldn’t, of course. It would be wrong and they both knew it.

Terry assumed that was the reason Justin was avoiding him, anyway. They got on well and there was an obvious spark between them, but nothing inappropriate had ever taken place. For the most part, they acted as cousins should. Every now and again, though, he’d catch Justin looking at him. Equally, Terry would drink his fill of his cousin when no one else was looking. Apparently it was getting increasingly difficult for Justin, too.

Right now, at the annual summer get together at Terry’s grandparents’ massive house in rural Warwickshire, the tension between them had never been higher.

What made the whole thing ten times worse was that neither of them had come out. So ending up together would be a double whammy for their families. He could see it now. Hey, everyone! I’m gay—and so is he. We’re together. Now as you were.

He didn’t know whether the reaction would be favorable or not.

He also knew that part of his frustration about the situation was because he hadn’t yet seen any point in coming out. His feelings for Justin ran deeper than he cared to admit, and for that reason he hadn’t been in a relationship with anyone—ever. Not a homosexual relationship, anyway. He’d had girlfriends back in the days when he hadn’t realized what his urges meant, but since then he’d been by himself and remained a virgin. He was surprised, actually, that no one in his family had asked whether he was gay. He could only assume that because he was so private generally, they thought he would only introduce them to someone when he felt it was absolutely right. That was his plan, in fact. To come out and introduce his partner at the same time. But until he got over this damn infatuation with Justin, he was never going to be any farther forward.

His thoughts ran on for several minutes until he was interrupted—and startled—by droplets of cold water falling onto his bare shoulder. He turned. Justin stood there, shaking his blond head and sending the droplets flying around. Apparently he wasn’t avoiding Terry anymore.

It was hot and he was wearing casual clothes, so Terry wasn’t bothered about getting wet, but for some reason, he snapped at Justin. “For fuck’s sake, do you have to do that here?”

Immediately Justin stopped and stared at him. They’d never had a cross word between them, not even when they were children. “Sorry, mate. I was just messing around. I didn’t think it would piss you off.”

His blue eyes were wide and Terry felt his irritation dissipating rapidly. He continued to rake his gaze down Justin’s half-naked form. His broad shoulders and wide chest, which was sprinkled with a handful of pale hairs. His toned stomach, the six-pack nicely defined but not too body-builderish. His arms were thickly muscled but suited his athletic frame. Deep-blue swimming trunks hid the area he most wanted to see but he relied on the glimpses he’d had over the years and his overripe imagination.

Thick thighs and calves and, unbelievably, nice feet—he didn’t generally like feet—finished off the package of perfection and Terry was suddenly extremely glad he had a book in his lap, because his cock was beginning to swell and press against the inside of his swimming shorts. He realized that a dip in the pool would be a pretty good antidote—the chilly water should take the heat from his cock. And if not, at least no one would be able to see the bulge unless they swam underwater.

It was stupid, really, trying to hide his erection from Justin. They both knew there was something between them, and he wanted to bury his hard cock inside Justin’s mouth or arse, not hide it beneath a fucking book.

He began to wonder whether they should just get together, and to hell with the consequences. It wasn’t illegal.

Justin sat down on the sun bed next to Terry and flashed him a smile. “Am I forgiven, then? I haven’t got your book wet, have I?” He reached out to grab the book, presumably to try to dry it, but Terry slammed his hand down quickly, catching Justin’s fingers beneath his in the process, not to mention giving his cock a bit of a smack.

“No,” he ground out, wondering how he’d managed to get even a single word to fall from his lips. As soon as their fingers had touched he’d felt a spark that had run straight up his arm and multiplied throughout his entire body. His ebbing erection had immediately jumped back to attention, lifting the book slightly. He hoped against all hope that Justin hadn’t noticed but he had no such luck.

The blond’s gaze dropped to their still-touching fingers and, presumably, to the book and the thing beneath it that had caused the movement. He stared for a few seconds that felt like hours, then looked back up at Terry’s face. He opened his mouth then closed it again. For the first time ever, it seemed Justin was speechless.

A huge splash and a series of laughs from the pool broke the spell between them. Justin snatched his hand back and raked it through his hair. He opened and closed his mouth again, but for the second time nothing came out. He let out a heavy sigh and stood up looking dazed. He appeared to have trouble putting one foot in front of the other, as though he were drunk or had just woken from a very deep sleep. Of course, only the two of them knew the real reason for Justin’s behavior.

Finally Justin got his limbs to cooperate, and he made his way across to the table that held food and drinks, sheltered from the bright sunlight by a large, green gazebo.

Terry watched him go, a tumult of emotions running through his brain. Disappointment, confusion, anger, lust…they all assaulted him, though admittedly the last was screaming the loudest, a fact certainly not helped by Justin’s damp and topless state.

Now a feeling of despair took hold of him. What the fuck was he going to do?
About Lucy Felthouse
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at:

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Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Release Blitz: Passion’s Last Promise (Club Aegis #4) by Christie Adams

Out Now—Passion’s Last Promise (Club Aegis #4) by Christie Adams


Hers to protect…his to serve…

When a failed kidnap attempt leads to CEO Dr. Simon Northwood acquiring a bodyguard, he isn’t prepared for close protection specialist Ros Edwards, a former captain in the Royal Military Police. Experienced submissive though he is, having a woman stand between him and any further threat is completely untenable.

Assigned to protect the genius behind a project of national importance, Ros unexpectedly encounters the most delicious man she’s met in a long time. As a Domme, she’d love to play with him, but even if he weren’t in need of her professional skills, there’s no way he’s submissive.

A determined man. A stubborn woman. When passion flirts with danger, the last promise is the toughest one of all…

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“Problems, Miss Edwards?”
“Not at all, Dr. Northwood.” She turned towards him and slipped the smartphone back into her jacket pocket. “A minor logistical issue, that’s all. Is there something I can do for you?”
“I was wondering if we were still on schedule to depart for Oxford as planned.” From what he’d heard, Simon had his doubts.
“Of course, sir. As I said, a minor logistical issue.” She paused, fixing him with her coolly assessing gaze. “I was just about to make coffee—would you care to join me?”
He had a conference call in a few minutes, his third of the day, but Simon suddenly found himself more in need of a shot of caffeine, and another opportunity to try to goad her into going Domme on him. He’d been trying all week, and this morning was the closest he’d come yet. He strode over to the desk to call his PA.
“Alicia? Can you let Martin know that he’ll be handling the finance call in ten? Give him my apologies—something’s come up that requires my attention elsewhere. Thanks.” He replaced the receiver and turned his attention back to his bodyguard. “I don’t mind if I do, Miss Edwards.”
She gave a brief nod in acknowledgement. He watched her disappear into the adjoining kitchen, only to hear seconds later the crash of breaking glass followed by the colourful and creative cursing he was coming to associate with his beautiful bodyguard. Simon headed for the epicentre of the disaster.
As if someone had flicked a switch, his nonchalant attitude came to an abrupt end. Ros was running her hand under the tap, washing away the blood that was oozing from a cut to her hand. Broken glass littered the worktop and the floor.
Simon’s protective instincts kicked into action, sweeping aside all thoughts of provoking her again. He grabbed the first aid kit from one of the cupboards. “Let me help.”
“It’s all right, I can manage.”
“No—you can’t. What happened?”
To his surprise, she allowed him to take her hand in his. Strong and capable, it was at the same time neat and feminine, with short but immaculately manicured nails. No rings, but as he’d told himself the first time he’d checked, that didn’t necessarily mean anything.
“Kamikaze glassware.” Ros glanced up at the open cupboard. “When I was getting the mugs to make the coffee, I accidentally nudged a couple of tumblers. They decided to take their name seriously and try out for the Olympic gymnastics team. I can tell you now, their technique sucked.”
Simon pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh at the latest glimpse of her taste in humour. She’d caught him unawares like that once or twice before, with a little nugget of dry wit. “What were you trying to do? Catch them or juggle with them?”
She shot him a dark scowl. At that precise moment, she looked more like the recipient of a sense of humour bypass, then he realised she was more annoyed with herself.
“I was picking up the pieces. Some of the shards started slipping out of my hands and I grabbed at them on instinct. Stupid thing to do. At least it’s not my right hand.”
He quirked a questioning eyebrow.
“Trigger finger.” She waggled the digit at him. “Can’t pull a trigger if I’m bandaged up.”
“Or if you end up slicing through tendons.” Simon’s slightly harsh tone was a reflection of his discomfort at the way she spoke so candidly of using firearms. “A dustpan and brush might have been safer than trying to pick up the broken glass.” He nodded in the direction of the tall corner cupboard.
For a moment she looked like she was about to argue, but then the change in her expression and a tiny, careless shrug acknowledged the truth of his words. Simon turned his attention to her injuries. There were some superficial cuts but the main one wasn’t as bad as he’d first thought—she’d probably get away without needing any stitches in it. Having confirmed there was no glass in the wound, he pulled on some surgical gloves and ripped open a sachet containing an antiseptic wipe.
She was standing so close now. He tried not to be distracted by the calm rise and fall of her breasts, or the subtle floral scent of her perfume. He tried not to respond to her steady gaze resting squarely on him. He tried not to think of the probable reasons why a former RMP officer never even flinched at the sting of the antiseptic.
Having put a couple of Steri-Strips on the cut, he then made the move that was his downfall. It was the small, insignificant act of glancing up at Ros’ face. She was staring at his hands in rapt fascination, lips slightly parted, almost inviting a kiss.
Carpe diem. The Latin phrase blazed through Simon’s mind like a meteor. She hadn’t responded to provocation, so perhaps a different tactic was called for. He swept aside the memory of the altercation they’d had a few hours earlier, focusing instead on this moment.
Simon pulled off the surgical gloves with a snap. In a club, he’d never dream of doing what he was about to do—it went against everything he’d been trained for, but this was an opportunity he couldn’t afford to miss.
Before Ros could move away from him, he took her uninjured hand in his and raised it to his lips. Before his inner voice could convince him he was making a huge mistake, he pressed a gentle kiss to her palm.
“Dr. Northwood.”
He wasn’t expecting the sound of his name to send a delicious shiver through his body. The formality, though…just as guilty of that as she was, maybe even more so, but he wanted it to end. “Simon.”
Desire would be held back no longer—he claimed the sweetness of her mouth, and prepared to take his punishment for crashing through her boundaries…


Author Bio:

After winning an erotic short story competition, Christie Adams waited over twenty years to follow it up with her first full-length erotic romance. The second publisher she approached picked it up, and after a brief spell with them, she moved into the exciting world of indie publishing.
When she was asked about how she got into writing, Christie realised she’s been putting pen to paper—or fingers to keyboard—for longer than she thought. It all started in her teens, with stories featuring characters from her favourite TV shows—usually action dramas—but in her imagination, those characters were given a romantic life to go with the all-action one their audiences saw.
From there, she progressed to romantic novels featuring characters of her own invention, but success eluded her until she spotted the erotic short story competition in a magazine.

Christie lives in north-west England. When not at the day job, she can usually be found wrestling with the characters in her latest novel. Occasionally she finds time for sleep, and maintains her social skills through, among other things, regular attendance at a pub quiz, which forces her to think about other things besides plots and characterisation.

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An award-winning, international bestselling erotic romance author, Destiny Blaine writes under several pen names. She lives in East Tennessee and spends a lot of time in Connecticut and Virginia, where her granddoll resides.